she never heard the truth, it was always just echoed lies from the lips of those who were simply too busy.
Come look, Mom! It's for you!
Oh it looks wonderful...Yes, i showed Mr. Williams the picture you made for him, of course!
she thought she knew everything about the end, and how she would leave this meaningful existence.
You said it was like going home.
I lied. He said it was agony.
they hid the razor blades, knives and scissors, there's nothing she can do now, right?
Explain to me dear how you did this?
With the metal on the end of my notebook
they cried their tears and went on their way, she was left in the dust, picking up the pieces of her own mistakes.
Come on, we are already half way out the door. I don't have time for this, get your shoes on.
Please! You have no idea what it feels like to be there.
soon enough she gave up fighting and forged a smile with finger paints and broken stencils.
Yeah, don't even worry about it. I've been really good! It's totally fine, things are finally turning around, you know? I would love to! It's been a very long time, maybe months.
Maybe one day it'll be the truth.
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